t u g g i n g l i p s

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you
stay
quite
as
you
run
your
hand
over
my
back

your
lips
parting
against
mine
our
breath
is
one

my
fingers
run
throughout
your
hair

our
tongues
dance
together

we
tug
lightly
on
each other's
lips

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